No Fear | Greyson Chance fanfiction [sequel]

Part 9

   "No..." She whispered.

   Greyson had this serious expression on his face that Melissa didn't dare to look at. She looked away and it gave Greyson the access to attack her neck. He sucked on her skin hard and Melissa knew there wasn't love in it, it was all anger. Melissa winced in pain when Greyson bit her exposed shoulder, harder till it bleed.

   "S-stop, please. It hurts..." She closed her eyes as she felt the stinging pain on her shoulder.

   Greyson stopped and stared down at her. "This is what you want, right? You asked for it so take it."

   He ripped off her clothes and kissed every part of her body hungrily. Melissa's head was pounding harder as she cried louder. "Greyson, stop! We can talk about this!" She tried to distract him with her hands.

   "Shut up! You don't know how much it hurts when you lied to me. You have no idea!"

   Melissa closed her eyes tight, trying to make her vision clear but more tears were coming as she felt Greyson pulled down her undies.

   She knew too well words won't get through his head at this time. He was very mad. Melissa thought she deserved all of this.

   Melissa waited for any pain that was going to hit her, she was ready for it and just let him do what he wanted to do. But to her surprise, she felt the weight was lifted off her. Gradually she opened her eyes to see Greyson was buckling his belt again.

   "Greyson?" He didn't even turn to look at her. Melissa quickly dressed herself back and walked towards Greyson who was taking his jacket out from the wardrobe.

   "Greyson, where are you going?" She asked when she saw he was getting ready. "Greyson...I'm sorry."

   Greyson was acting like he was deaf and didn't make any response but when he felt Melissa's hand on his arm he turned to look at her. "Stay away." He pulled his arm from her touch. "I'm leaving."

   Melissa's bloodshot eyes widened. "Wh-what do you me-mean? Greyson, don't leave me...please. Where are you going?"

   Greyson looked her in the eyes and said, "It's none of your business." Then he walked out of the bedroom, snatched his car keys and unlocked the front door. Melissa was trailing behind but stopped in her track when Greyson turned around.

   "Make sure our parents don't know a single thing about this. If they do, I'll have to let you go." And then he left.

   Melissa fell on her knees hearing the last sentence from Greyson. Her body was shaking from the uncontrollably sobs. The fact that those words were coming from Greyson pained her heart so much and it was hard to believe they just slipped out of his mouth. She was meant to keep Greyson in but what happened was the other way around. Greyson was leaving her and she didn't knew how she was gonna deal with it.

   Greyson didn't come home that night. Melissa had no idea where did he go and she didn't knew what to do other than waiting for him at home. He rejected her calls and didn't read her messages. She knew he was angry and she just hoped he spent his day cooling down himself, not doing anything stupid.

   Greyson was driving his car to nowhere. His mind was clouded by the sadness and disappointment. He furrowed his eyebrows thinking about what Melissa had done to him. She could at least discuss it with him, though he wasn't going to agree with the idea but at least let him know so that he wasn't so into it. She gave him hopes and she was the one who destroyed it.

   Greyson slowed down his car and parked it on the side of the street. He dragged his feet to the bar not too far from his car. It was the bar where he used to hang out at with his homies back then before he was married.

As he entered the bar, he was greeted by a sight of people dancing and drinking. Since it was Saturday night the bar was packed. Most of them were couples, making out shamelessly and it was obvious that they were drunk. Greyson sat on one of the empty bar stools and ordered his drink. He only ordered something soft since he drove.

   Greyson's mind was a complete mess. He kept thinking about Melissa.

   "How could you lied to me...I've been pouring all my love for you. Is this how you repay me..." He took a sip on his drink.

   "Greyson?"

   Greyson turned around when he heard someone called his name. His eyes widened the second he realized who it was.

   "Caleb?"

   "Oh my God. It's really you!" That guy named Caleb hugged Greyson so tight and Greyson also did the same. Right after they pulled away, another person appeared. "Greyson?"

   Greyson turned to the voice. "Oh my God, Tyler! You're here too!" They brotherly hugged each other like how Greyson and Caleb did earlier.

   The two of them joined Greyson and took a seat on each of his side. They told their order to the bartender.

   "It's been a while since we met. I think the last time was at your wedding." Caleb guessed.

   "Yeah. I think so." Greyson raised his eyebrows.

   "Speaking of it, where is your wife? Do you come here with her?" Tyler asked, looking around.

   "What's her name again?"

   Greyson stared at the glass. "Melissa. I come here alone."

   "Awhh, why didn't you bring her along? We would like to meet her." Caleb said.

   Greyson shrugged. "Not the right time." He took a sip from his glass. Caleb and Tyler were looking at each other.

   "Did you two fight?" Tyler asked unsure.

   "Sort of."

   Caleb patted Greyson's shoulder and squeezed it firmly. "C'mon bro. It's not the time to be sad. Let's drink tonight and forget about it for a while."

   "Yeah! Cheers to no problem!" Tyler raised his glass up and then the other two joined the act, "Cheers!"

About an hour of chatting and drinking, Greyson didn't realize he had drank a lot. Fortunately, his other two friends were still sober and helped him to walk out of the bar. Greyson ran to the other side and puked. Caleb followed him and patted his back.

"Did you drive to here?"

Greyson nodded. "Yeahhhh. I don want. Go homeee."

Caleb turned around to look at Tyler who was giving him a 'how?' look. He turned to Greyson back and said, "You can't drive in this state. You're drunk, obviously."

Greyson let out a giggle. He was standing unsteadily and if it wasn't Caleb who supported him he would have fallen on the ground.

Caleb helped Greyson got into the backseat of the car. Tyler was already on the driver seat and asked, "So?"

"We don't know where his house is so I guess we are taking him to our place."

"What about his wife? Wouldn't she worry?"

"I don't know. I don't have her number. And Greyson has a passcode on his phone." Caleb sighed and glanced over Greyson who mumbled unclear things in between his hiccups.

"What about his car?" Tyler asked again and Caleb replied, "Let him take it tomorrow morning when he is sober."

   Greyson slept over at his friends' place that night. Caleb and Tyler were housemates and Greyson had known them from the high school. They also knew about Greyson losing his career and stuff but there they were still supporting him no matter what happened.

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